“Oh…Oh…” Del coughed. “Okay, well, I’ll just…leave you to it. Sorry!” He retreated from the bathroom and made sure the door was closed behind him.
His relationship with Justin was obviously changing. They were becoming something different, slowly but surely. There was still no rush, but it seemed like his subconscious was ahead of him. The thought of Justin taking care of his problem followed him down the stairs.
Scarlett saw him and let out a joyous squeal, holding out her grubby hands. A quarter of her dinner was smeared on her face and front. Nothing to take your mind off sexy things like cleaning up a squirming toddler. Del wondered if this was what parenthood felt like.
Blue balls aside, he liked it. 11